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Guppypaw picked his way along the river heading north, his pupil constricting as the sun coming in from the east blinded him and warmed his coat. It was a warm, bright morning, and he was looking forward to a rousing hunt. He pulled away from the river to delve into the loose clumping of trees nearby, but before he could grow close he paused, his ears pricking. The leaves on the trees had already begun to change color, but now they were drifting aimlessly down to form a mat on the forest floor, and his paws thrilled with excitement.
He abandoned his hunt immediately, sprinting into the trees and tackling a leaf as it floated toward the ground.
"You're one of Yarepawn's underlings," Perfectstorm mewed as he approached Guppypaw. This Warrior was a massive, silver-furred tom with a thick WinterClan pelt and all the intimidation expected of one with his bloodlines. He rarely smiled and had a pair of intense, honey-brown eyes, but he didn't necessarily give off bad vibes. Like, he was scary and manly and not very friendly, but he seemed genuine enough and had a certain spark about him that most of the other SunClan cats didn't have.
"You shouldn't be out here by yourself, this isn't like the place you lived before SunClan. There are cats out there that want you dead just because you've declared yourself a servant of the Sun God. It's not safe."
Guppypaw slammed the leaf to the ground; it flicked up between his paws and he pounced, pulling it down again with a shrill hiss. He was still looming over the leaf, threatening it, when he was startled by the voice of another cat nearby. His head jerked upward, his ear flopping back, and a wide grin stretched across his face.
Perfectstorm was huge and scary and Guppypaw adored him immediately.
The rebuke startled him, though, and he frowned. He considered, then scooped up the leaf and carried it over to lay at the warrior's paws, an offering of friendship. "Rogues are mean too," he told him. "They haven't hurt me yet."
Perfectstorm was quite caught off guard by the lead offering. Was this a weird rogue ritual, or just a thing cats did when they liked one another? He wouldn't know, he had very little experience with both options. He wasn't sure how to react so he just left it sitting there before continuing his lecture, "I don't think you understand. For a rogue, territories are always shifting, power is never certain. One day your energy is your best friend and it doesn't go much deeper than that, right? But in the Clans it's different. Each Clan has held its land for several generations and each generation breeds hostility or friendship with our neighbors. And SunClan is regarded as one of the most hostile, meaning we have the most enemies... Are you even paying attention?"
